It's
been a day by my window
Heat's so strong I couldn't bear
Caught in a fire in the end of July
I guess I kinda lost myself
I dream on
I dream on
Once so hot by the evening
Took my car across town
Running again to an old girlfriend
To say, I am still around
I guess I'm a child instinct
Must have been much
stronger than mine
Cause all my life, was a giggling child
I couldn't break a happy heart
She said, cross town
Don't want you coming here anymore
I want you to go home
Got no business standing there
In my back room
I don't want you coming here
I dream on
I saw a man at some crossroads
With a young girl at his side
I'd see in my car when
he stuck out his arm
Say ing, mister, give my girl a ride
I dream of
Soon we fell to talking
She was smoking my air
That woman must have been
somewhat freer than me
But she said you couldn't
take me anywhere
So I found myself getting
off with a stranger,
feeling more and more alone.
I drove the car right past
my own front door,
knowing I can't take a stranger home.
As it crossed town.
Don't want you coming here,
I want to take you home.
You got no business sleeping here,
in my back room.
Am I dreaming?
I don't want you coming here.
I wanna take you home.
You got no business sleeping here,
in my back room.
So I drove her back to Camden,
made some excuse and ran.
If she could have seen
me as I saw myself,
she'd have only
witnessed half a man.
In the end of July,
a stranger in my own home,
I'd say cross town,
I dream on, got no business
Sleepin' here, in my back room
I dream on
I don't want you comin' here
Burnin' fire
Got no business sleepin' here
I dream on